The next day, when the carny broke and left town, I was tucked away in the bunk of Greg's RV, bound and gagged, a vibrator on low in my cunt. Waiting for the first rest stop.
I squeezed my eyes shut, images from the night before flashing through my head like painful lightning strikes. Mental photographs of the abuse Greg and Partner, whose name was Jim, had heaped on me in the back room of the booth, then again after they'd smuggled me into the run-down RV they called home.
Greg and Partner shared the RV with a tall, muscular black man named Dave and a petite lesbian, Realle. After the midway had closed, the breakdown began immediately. Before dawn, the trucks were loaded and ready to pull out. Everyone returned to the RV to grab a few hours sleep before heading north. The next location for the traveling fair was only 150 miles away, and they didn't open until the next Friday night -- almost three days from now.
Greg and Jim introduced me to Dave and Realle by cuffing my hands together and draping the chain between the cuffs over a hook Jim had imbedded in the ceiling. So there I stood, almost on tiptoe, gagged and naked, when they climbed the narrow steps into the RV.
Dave let out a low whistle as he circled me, his fingers tracing lightly over my skin, causing gooseflesh to pop out all over me. Realle gave a chuckle best described as evil, then dropped into a chair, watching.
Dave cupped one of my breasts, his thumb and forefinger pinching the nipple lightly. "Better tits than the last one."
"All natural," Greg said. "Tighter cunt, too. She protests, but she loves cock. Even got her to beg for mine."
I closed my eyes, wishing the nightmare away, even though I realized it had really only gotten started.
"How's her mouth?" Realle asked.
Jim stood up and came around behind me, one hand slapping my ass hard enough that I swayed forward, losing my footing. "Needs training. She'll get there."
My feet scissored in the air, trying to find the floor again, the weight of my body pulling hard on my shoulders and wrists. Jim steadied me, his huge hands closing around my waist. He reached up and unhooked the chain, and I fell forward against him. "Might as well get started now." He led me to the chair where Dave sat and ordered me to kneel in front of him.
I did and Dave gripped my hair at the back of my head, his voice low and commanding. "Take it out and get started, girly. I want a blow job to remember."
The grit of the floor ground into my knees as I fumbled for his jeans and unzipped them. The half-hardened cock I pulled out stiffened more as I stroked it, and when I closed my hands around it, my fingers didn't meet.
Jim released the gag from my mouth, but I barely had time to lick my lips before Dave shoved his huge cock between them. What followed was less blow job and more face fucking, as he braced the side of my head with one hand. The hand in my hair tightened until I cried out from the pain, and he plunged my head down, over and over, his cock repeatedly hitting the back of my throat.
I gagged, gasped, and tried to suck him. Saliva spilled out of my mouth and down over him, coating his cock, stomach, and balls. I grabbed his hips to steady myself, but he gave another order. "Massage my balls, bitch!" I reached between his legs and caressed him firmly, wishing this over with.
My world narrowed to the thrust of his cock in and out and the sounds of my slurping gags.
Glancing sideways once, my eyes widened when I realized that Realle was taking photos. She moved gracefully around us, almost like a fashion photographer, shooting my humiliation from every angle.
Suddenly, Dave groaned and pulled me away from him, shooting semen all over my face and breasts. It felt like a gallon of the white, sticky goo coated me, as Realle shot merrily away. The hot streams dripped down my cheeks, chin, and onto my tits.
Finished, Dave released me, shoving me to the floor. "The slut does have a sweet mouth."
Realle handed Greg the camera. "Put her back on the hook."
Dave lifted me off the floor, jerking my hands over my head and slipping the chain over the hook. He replaced the gag in my mouth and looked at Realle. "Now what?"
She merely smiled as she stepped closer. Silently, she lowered her head and her mouth closed over one nipple.
My breath lodged in my throat and I closed my eyes. I'd never been with a woman before and my mind screamed against it, but after the abuse I'd taken from the men, the gentleness of her lips and tongue felt like a refreshing shower. She inflicted no pain at all as she licked, kissed, and sucked on both breasts. I moaned, and she whispered, "Does that feel good?"
I nodded.
"How about this?" Her hand slipped lower, over my belly and between my legs. Her fingers caressed my clit, soft as a kitten, stroking lightly. I nodded again. She pressed deeper, and my arousal surged through me as her fingers worked firmly, thoroughly on the swelling, moist folds of my cunt. She focused again on my tits, nibbling the tight nipples over and over.
